Page 19 of Blind Trust
“Damn, baby, what kind of self-centered assholes have you been dating?” he said. “Of course, I’ll just hold you. Come back over here.”
With her eyes wide, she moved back into his arms.
Before she fell asleep again, her cheek against his chest, she said, “They really were assholes. Every single one.”
His response was to squeeze her once, kiss the top of her forehead, and say, “Sleep now.”
Within seconds, she was softly snoring.
It took him nearly another hour to fall asleep again.
In the morning, they both moved apart, and he went into the bathroom first, not wanting her to know he was aroused from holding her all night.
It had been a sweet torture for him when he was awake, but he would have done it for her again, without hesitation. She had needed him.
When he came back out, everything was under control.
They both got ready to leave, neither mentioning the night before.
It wasn’t until they’d both eaten half their omelets and drank some coffee that either of them felt like broaching the subject.
“I…,” She hesitated as she spoke, looking down at her plate. “I liked sleeping in your arms last night.”
Why is she looking down? There’s nothing she can see on her plate. This is an emotional thing, not a sight thing. She doesn’t need to look down when she talks to me.
He placed his finger under her chin and raised her face. “Hey, beautiful,” he said. “I want to see your beautiful face. Don’t hide from me. You can tell me anything.”
She blinked, and then looked straight toward him. “I liked it. I liked it a lot.”
“I liked it, too.” His thumb paused on her lips. “I’m going to enjoy kissing you.”
“I’m going to enjoy that as well,” she said.
“So, we’ll reach San Diego tonight,” he said. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m excited about our date.”
“Me, too.” He let go of her chin and lips and picked up his fork. “Eat up, we need to get going soon.”
She picked up her fork. “Yes, we do.”
Chapter 5
When they reached San Diego,they went straight to Sharp Memorial Hospital. He parked the truck in the visitors’ parking lot, and they walked to the entrance.
“I can do the elevators myself,” she said. “They’ll have braille posted.”
“Okay,” he said.
Inside the hospital, he waited, letting Cecelia press the elevator button instead of doing it for her. He really had to curb his tendency to take charge and help, so she wouldn’t feel like he thought she couldn’t do something. But all in all, they were getting along well, and learning how to be together easily and comfortably.
As they stood waiting for it to open, he looked at the braille near the UP button and the braille near the DOWN button. Things he’d never paid much attention to before.
Cecelia stood with a cheerful look on her face as she waited for the elevator to ding.
“Do you find most places have braille for you to read buttons or signs, or is it an issue?” he asked.
“Depends on the place,” she said. “Many blind people can read braille, most do not,” she said. “We’re not one size fits all, so you have to ask people. Some of us use canes, some have dogs, some read braille, some do not.”
